Growing up in the desert…
was not my favorite place.
And was not my choice.

When we are born,
or soon after . . .
parents make a choice,
that is their road.

For college I applied,
to get far away.
Find myself…
Find my way!
And 2,500 miles I came!

First time on a plane,
High above the clouds,
Not so bad…
For up so high.
Arrived into the tall city,
To find my fear must ease…

My room was way above,
Looking out the window,
Glass and miles…
and buildings I saw!
Yellow cabs if I leaned!
And people!
You know what I mean?

I was in love…
I chose this place!
Not my parents;
Not my friends…
In fact, they feared for my life!
And I had my adventure…
To make a new me;
To be all I could be!